THE DWELLERS BY THE SEA You soon get used to things.

It seemed quite natural and homelike to Philip to be wakened in bright early out-of-door's morning by the gentle beak of the parrot at his ear.
'You got back all right then,' he said sleepily.
'It was rather a long journey,' said the parrot, 'but I thought it better to come back by wing.

The Hippogriff offered to bring me; he is the soul of courteous gentleness.

But he was tired too.

The Pretenderette is in gaol for the moment, but I'm afraid she'll get out again; we're so unused to having prisoners, you see.